Opportunity by James Elroy Flecker

“But who art thou, with curious beauty graced, 
O woman, stamped with some bright heavenly seal 
Why go thy feet on wings, and in such haste?”

“I am that maid whose secret few may steal, 
Called Opportunity. I hasten by 
Because my feet are treading on a wheel,

Being more swift to run than birds to fly. 
And rightly on my feet my wings I wear, 
To blind the sight of those who track and spy;

Rightly in front I hold my scattered hair 
To veil my face, and down my breast to fall, 
Lest men should know my name when I am there;

And leave behind my back no wisp at all 
For eager folk to clutch, what time I glide 
So near, and turn, and pass beyond recall.”

“Tell me; who is that Figure at thy side?” 
“Penitence. Mark this well that by decree 
Who lets me go must keep her for his bride.

And thou hast spent much time in talk with me 
Busied with thoughts and fancies vainly grand, 
Nor hast remarked, O fool, neither dost see 
How lightly I have fled beneath thy hand.”

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